my poems

Pinching sunshine and soothing storms.

A seed once sown by the best gardener
Had grown into a soothing plant
the plant grew big and mightier,
but also fell a little slant.

Winds much strong had tried a lot,
to make it bend and drag it down.
And, somehow, they did succeed,
but never did it frown-

Or drown in any bitterness-
or on doldrums from the fate.
it only gave the shade of love,
But never it shed hate.

Then formed a bud, tiny and dwarf,
they nourished it with care.
blessing – they thought- was it then when
the petite bud got a pair.

Another bud had bloomed and now,
they all were a happy family.
with a pinch of glitz, a bit of gloom,
a handful of love, with specks of being silly.

Era a further dawned,
 and they got a gift from God.
another sprout so fine and divine,
was now, under this pod.

Its roots grew long and firmly held
within the soil,enriched with tears.
but autumn seemed to knock too hard,
And since then, rose their fears.

The too-much-bright, rays of the sun
once a pal were now no more.
they shone so bright on the life of the plant,
and in sheer brightness, a verve it tore.

The plant’s soul, it’s life and might,
was just about to fade.
the other flower, and the growing buds,
striving efforts they made,

To save the essence of what had held them together,
since the start of their ride.
but fate got cruel and callous to them.
and was a step away from smashing their pride.

The final breath, as the flower took,
silence cried on that goodbye.
as one, they had faced a million storms,
but this time, the bond did die.

Years have now passed, the plant still grows,
and grieves over the loss of the past.
it aint that strong, it aint that weak.
but for long, for sure, it’ll never last.

From green to yellow, the leaves have turned.
the flowers are just a ritual.
the thorns are long and spiky as ever.
Nothing’s the same or usual.

Sunshine seems upset on them,
and so do the plants around.
all they lost, all they earned,
no more can be found.

Still they stand, boldly facing
the sunshine and the rain.
forgiving not forgetting,
the reason for their sorest pain.

God smiles from above,
at their blameless moans.
and gives them much strength,
stronger than our bones.

Now it flies with the wind,
with its core on the floor.
for storms in its way-
it is ready for more.

it recalls the astounding time,
when it sprouted tearing the rocks.
the journey would still go on.
with the key getting its lock.

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11 thoughts on “Pinching sunshine and soothing storms.

  1. haha you lost me somewhere around the second generation of flowers! :p but thats prolly coz i don’t know jack bout poetry….oh and btw very happy to see u writing still 😀

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